It was 2:41 when your five year old woke up and climb into your bed, you turn and see the little boy with his father's eyes, freckles, and hair messed up from sleep. You asked him what was wrong and Omar (named after Boro's dad) he replied with. "I had a nightmare. A man and woman hurt daddy, uncle Cain, and you."

After you agreed to let him stay there as you hold him close so the poor boy felt safe, about an hour later you heard the front door open and footsteps up the stairs, the door open and closed quietly. The bed dipped with the weight of the man and soon arms wrapped around you.

"Hello, my darling. Why's little man here?" A deep voice came from behind you, you felt him kiss the back of your neck as his hand goes up and down your side.